"amaris" poems
I never wrote you that poem.
Just another broken promise
I'm fulfilling too late.
I don't write to you anymore
Either, not because you don't
Cross my mind,
But because you know the words
Before they are written.
I miss you. I miss
Our cigarette breaks that last
For hours or until we didn't have
Any left. I remember
The thunder of our feet
As we raced across the parking lot
Like kids because we could.
I remember the three a.m. phone call
Telling me there had been
An accident and that you didn't
Make it.
I may not write to you anymore.
But your memory
will never leave me.
So here it is.
The poem I promised you.
Three years too late.
But thats okay,
Because I know wherever you are..
You heard this
Before I did.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 2:04 AM UTC
Novis te cantabo chordis,
O novelletum quod ludis
In solitudine cordis.
Esto sertis implicata,
Ô femina delicata
Per quam solvuntur peccata !
Sicut beneficum Lethe,
Hauriam oscula de te,
Quae imbuta es magnete.
Quum vitiorum tempegtas
Turbabat omnes semitas,
Apparuisti, Deitas,
Velut stella salutaris
In naufragiis amaris...
Suspendam cor tuis aris !
Piscina plena virtutis,
Fons æternæ juventutis
Labris vocem redde mutis !
Quod erat spurcum, cremasti ;
Quod rudius, exaequasti ;
Quod debile, confirmasti.
In fame mea taberna
In nocte mea lucerna,
Recte me semper guberna.
Adde nunc vires viribus,
Dulce balneum suavibus
Unguentatum odoribus !
Meos circa lumbos mica,
O castitatis lorica,
Aqua tincta seraphica ;
Patera gemmis corusca,
Panis salsus, mollis esca,
Divinum vinum, Francisca !
1.2k
Amaris, Amaris forgets to clean her
room,
its almost like a giant
cocoon,
her clothes pile up across the
Atlantic,
i think most of them found
Atlantis,
and the trash piles from Texas to
Alaska,
most of it even covered
Canada,
her father is yelling through the
halls,
and is bouncing off the
walls,
" alright, alright ill clean up my
room,
but it won't take too long to
do",
a few minutes later she has cleaned up her
room,
but then all you hear is a sonic
boom,
and her room was blown up to
smithereens,
and it even shook and startled the
marines,
there she sat with her hair blown
up,
and smoke on her face chin up.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 9:17 AM UTC
this poem is from me myself
not from any online site or rumor
heard about,
when u asked me out i knew it was a spoof,
i also knew it was going to end in a ****
when you shot a bullet in my heart,
i knew it wasn't going to be a piece of art,
so i put a smile on my face and cut to the chase,
that your love for that minute was more than a fake...
~amaris bice
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 12:56 PM UTC